by Lord Bellious on Wed Jun 05, 2019 1:08 pm
Leaving the hyperspace came with the instantaneous sense of elation and dread - both because of the great red gas giant, radiating with the aeons-old darkness and vampirical thirst for the essence of life. Memories rushed into her awareness without any graduality, all at once. Of gore and death, of primal energies dancing at the fine edge of oblivion. Hers, and not hers, older. The Vergence remembered. She didn't resist the flow, inviting the chaos into her, subverting her thoughts, scattering her sentience by multiple terrors. Naga Sadow's alchemical experiments, Exar Kun's blood-mortared temples. Killing, sex, bloodwine, playing with creation, remoulding through suffering and sacrifice.
I want to know. Agony or not, I want to know.
It was in her, caked with fear and pain few would dare test. But she had done it before. On Korriban, on Yavin, on Nal Hutta. To distil truth from the howl of her instincts, from the outrage of her neurons.
She sought the singular, distinct presence in the force down on the jungle surface, one destined and anointed to rule.
"I want to know."
Sith Lord | Über-Twi'lek | Shadow | Many-faced Lethan | Has Already Won | Aspirant | No Known Master or Apprentice | Captain of the Bitch | Owner of La Belle Époque | Assistant: Razzya
Passion, X-30 Lancer, Fett Armour, Stims, Palm Stunner, Commlink, Datapad, Hans Scanner, Scramble Key, Virginia the Death Robot (sometimes)
"One must still have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star." - Friedrich Nietzsche